To be in a hurry in Mexico is to miss the point. I am writing this not from theory but from practice, as I sit here waiting for a taxi at the botanic gardens ...
What do I see beyond the horizon, the obvious limits in my mind, the black and white, the concrete. Where do I feel like soaring? What makes my spirit leap? ...
A New Year's poem... Listen to the call of your heartbeat, to those faint but persistent stirrings inside, they are the whisper of life's wishes for you ...